The feeling of being unwanted,
The feeling of rejection.
The knowledge of everything I know,
The knowledge of everything I feel.
When will it end?
When will it cease?
Maybe if I stay quiet,
They will understand on their own.
The pain and anger create a riot,
It shakes me to the bone.
When I'm with them I feel alone.
When I'm alone I feel cold.
These feelings can't be controlled.
If I'm not set free,
I fear this world will break me.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
